Bring Me Back to That Wonderland (Part 1)

You know, it was too good to be true. I was leaving for Paris at 21st April ago to accomplish the special mission on international final of L’Oreal Estrat Challenge. There was a real hope of ending three years title drought on University of Indonesia, but I failed to made it. I just could entertain and made a memorable presentation in front of the juries on behalf of VOC Team. A passionate presentation by Jessica Wang, Helen Lu, & Tim Coleman has put the Canadian team named “juventus” to win the world champion title in Gustavo Eiffel, Eiffel Tower, Paris. Congratulation !! Their look was truly their story !!

Forget about it! Paris is wonderland, everyone won’t deny it. Everybody’s stoned on pride and drunk on cheap champagne, said Faith Hill. I’d like to share everything I got when I traveled in Paris. There were too many wonderful story about my spring holiday over there. One of the most memorable moment is a farewell party with Maria Jose Burdalo Prieto, a cute Spanish girl. Seemed to meet once, like ships that pass in the night, and maybe will never meet again. If there were a bit dissappointment, it’s our missed-opportunity to visit the Parisien Red District. (Gosh !!!)

In Obituary: Michael Jackson (1958 – 2009)

“…You’re not here with me
You never said goodbye
Someone tell me why…
Did you have to go and leave my world so cold…”
Michael Jackson – You’re not Alone

Two days ago, I was aghast when this article revealed Michael Jackson’s death after collapsed at his rented mansion at Los Angeles. Many people sent their condolences to his gone and then it’s triggered an outpouring of grief around the world, slowing down Internet traffic and causing his album sales to soar. Jacko was noted to have already been in cardiac arrest by the paramedics who attended his house.
Well, Jacko’s death was very tragic for me. Here, he was a great performer and had wonderful talents to perform his creation. I always recognize him and his role as the king of pop. That’s it, he’s a legend! People will never forget his physically complicated dance techniques, such as the robot and the moonwalk in which he appeared to slide backwards across the surface of the stage.

Something Wrong on Megawati’s Imaging

Well, I don’t know how exactly I should write the title to represent this article, but I just wanna talk about her team’s performance, especially her marketing team in the presidential election. After watching the candidate debate in Metro TV tonight (plus its commercial break), I got that there’s something wrong in Megawati’s imaging as one of president candidate who concerning to democracy economic and putting herself on behalf of the citizen. I guess many people somewhat admire her lack of adorable when she said, “If I were a president…”

No, it’s not the point. I’d say if Mega did a good job when she were a president, she should be elected again. In fact, she didn’t. But it’s not a big deal for me when she tried to show up her “experience” to be a president. I’m concerning to the issue she’s been blown up in her advertising.

Prabowo, I’m in love

I saw this news here. Good self claimed. I don’t know, is it a “stubborn general” or “really a competent jerk”. Oh Mr Prabowo, I’m in love with you!!!

Once Upon a Time in Roma

What will be your reaction if you come through this encounter?

Roma, 29th April 2009

Suppose you’re in Roma right now. And then, you wanna buy some bottles of 330 ml mineral water. If you bought them on the self-machine at the hostel, you just pay 1 euro each of them. You’re 1 km far from your hostel and now you’re exhausted. Finally, you find someone who sells the bottle you need. He’s an Indian-Italian, just call his name ‘Ajay’.

You : “Mi Scusi, Signor.. How much is the price?” (taking a bottle of mineral water)

Ajay : “Two point five Euros”

You : “Are there any one euro drink waters sold here?”

Ajay : ” Ohhh… sorry dude, in Rome one Euro just get shit!!”

You : “What did you say? Can’t you speak politely to your customer? “

Ajay : “Nope dude, we just sell two Euros drinks here. I think I spoke clearly. if you don’t wanna buy it, Just go out of here !!”

………………..

See that, I’m in that position and speechless. It’s ridiculous when a waiter spoke like that. If it happened in Indonesia, I’ve sent him in his grave.

Too Much Love Will Kill You…

I’m just the pieces of the man I used to be
Too many bitter tears are raining down on me
I’m far away from home
And I’ve been facing this alone
For much too long
I feel like no-one ever told the truth to me
About growing up and what a struggle it would be
In my tangled state of mind
I’ve been looking back to find
Where I went wrong

Too much love will kill you
If you can’t make up your mind
Torn between the lover
And the love you leave behind
You’re headed for disaster
‘cos you never read the signs
Too much love will kill you
Every time

They Left Me No Choice

This morning, I listened to Jason Mraz’s song “A Beautiful Mess” while reading a newspaper article about Indonesian election. It’s been regaining my consciousness toward Indonesian presidential election. You know, it is getting closer. Three candidates of Indonesian president 2009-2014 has been competing in the election for reaching the top position in my country. The incumbent Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono (SBY) is still the sentimental favorite among others, Megawati Soekarnoputri (Mega) always be consistent with her political criticism against SBY and her vision concerning to democracy economics, meanwhile Jusuf Kalla (JK) still tries to win citizen’s heart by sounding Indonesian independency toward foreign country.

Here’s the deal. I’m not into political party. Therefore, I tend to put my self on the neutral side among the candidates. I don’t really care whose side will be win the election. I’m indifferent, actually. After watching their debate in Trans 7, I got they just put themselves into safe position. They didn’t tell us about their differentiation among others. It seems that everything’s gonna be all right whoever wins the election. And then, I’m getting more confident to be in indifferent position.